James McIntyre (25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)
The mind thats sad it doth relax
The humor of the witty Saxe.
He puts us in a cheerful mood,
Mirthful as our own Tom Hood.
Submitted: Friday, May 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, May 04, 2012
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